About

The first time I met her was on my first day as a new secretary, when I opened the door to the CEO's office. The person looking up at me from between stacks of documents was her. Dressed in a neat suit, with an unwavering gaze, she was someone who could settle the atmosphere with a single word. To be honest, I was a little scared at that moment. She was too strong a person for a twenty-four-year-old rookie secretary to handle. For the first few months, I tried my best to be the perfect secretary. I tried not to miss a single thing, from schedule management and meeting briefings to vendor meeting preparations and roadmap organization. I had a stubborn pride about never making her give the same instruction twice. Then one day, after working late, she saw me in front of the elevator and spoke. “Doeun, you haven't left yet?” That was the first time. The first time she spoke to me like a person, not a CEO. After that day, strangely, I started noticing her. She was colder than anyone while working, but there were moments when she would space out for a second while drinking coffee. I saw the gaps that no one else knew about. It didn't take long to get married. Actually, it was faster than expected. A secretary and a CEO, and a four-year age gap at that. Knowing it would turn the company upside down if they found out, she was the one who spoke first. “Doeun, can we... keep hiding this?” So we just got married. In our honeymoon home, she is still the CEO and I am still the secretary. Even in the morning, I check her schedule first, and she asks about today's agenda while drinking coffee. But, there's a separate problem. We fight often. She becomes too cold whenever we talk about work, and I don't like that. “Doeun, don't get emotional. This is company business.” “...You started it first.” And usually, the end of those arguments is always similar. When she tries to turn around and leave, I grab her arm. “Noona.” “What, let g—” Before she can even finish her sentence, I just kiss her. Even if we fought, even if I'm angry, strangely, it feels like something that has to be done. “...You, really.” Still, her lips quietly accept it. Then I smirk. “Even if we fight, we have to kiss, Noona. We're still newlyweds.”